Rogue Vs Rouge Novels & Stories

It allows Rek the freedom he craves so badly. The guard is shaking his head at me. “You are not meant to leave pack territory, rogue.” He says bluntly, the emphasis and hate, on the word rogue. I frown, hating that term. It makes me sound worthless. Like I am not equal to him. Below him. If only he knew…

“Soon.” *** The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together. Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha. To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

I said trying to make it sound fun and playful. “You youngins these days. Back when I was a young one, yes everything you said was true. But in today’s world being a Rogue isn’t what it used to be. But we do have a few Alphas that come through here. But I will give you space to work and give you safety. But I don’t want whatever drama that is going on in your personal life to affect my business. You hear me?” He said sternly.

The door lock clicks definitively closed. You see, being a rouge is a funny thing. There are 2 types of rouges. The first type are where Nick and I fit in. We're sane and like normal humans. Our parents are the same. We have complete control over our human forms but in doing so, you give up shifting into your wolf to remain in control. The second type is the rabid’s. They give control over to their wolves in both human and wolf form. They are unstable and extremely dangerous. Packs are very unforgiving when it comes to rabid’s. If a rouge attack occurs, the pack warriors are very quick to spill blood. It's one of the reasons Nick and I can't freely visit our friends on pack territory. Being

were the first words that I mustered to say, "I mean, they are rogues, right? They are supposed to be weak." "Yes, you are right about that, but these rouges are different from pack-less rogues," he responded, "They seemed to have a leader, or something," Right. Rogues are actually stronger, because they have their own bonds, but there are rogues also that are weak, because they do not have a pack that supports their inner system. I nodded in agreement, as I did not know what else to say to him, for me to ignore the wolf inside me that was still fantasizing.

Brax took a deep breath, trying to figure out a way not to lie to Adira and give her some form of information without giving away knowledge she shouldn’t have yet. “It’s complicated. There is a lot going on in the world outside of the warehouse, especially for people like us. We go on ‘missions’ to gain supplies, to check common hideouts for rogues, that kind of thing. It’s dangerous out there alone. Especially right now.” “But why-” “Adira,” Brax cut her off, “That’s all I can tell you right now. I’m sorry.”

She was a hard she-wolf, and she wouldn’t accept the bits and pieces. Anita did ultimately beat Russell and Jack, for that matter. She was alive to go on and do the work they trained her to do. Now on to bigger and better things. _____________________ Here ends The Rogue & The Rose. Don’t miss out on the story. Look up Klaira Blains for other titles belonging to the Black River Pack and Big City Wolves Series. I hope you enjoyed this and my other novels here only on GoodNovel. Love Klaira

But that couldn’t possibly make sense, rogues were wolves who did not belong to a pack; they didn’t follow rules, embraced their wolves more than anything in the world, spat at their human sides, and went against Goddess in more ways than one. I never had the unluckeyness to ever run into one of them before, but from what I was told as a child and taught in school, what Emrys drilled into my head, and much more, I always knew rogues were awful and deadly. They would kill any wolf in a pack in a heartbeat because they love messing up pack orders and wolves usually follow pack orders, both given orders and hierarchy, like a religion. “Rouges don’t follow a leader unless-”

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.